This night is as cold as our gin is cold and your boots hit the floor in an icy cascade. You hold me so close and your arms squeeze me tight and I kiss the snowdrops in your frozen hair.
Your long satin skirt is as black as the new moon, my hand on your calf, on your torn fishnets. And I thank God for the gift that She's given me, for your black lips on mine, for your brown eyes so warm.
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